A fuzzy fellow, without feet (Emily Dickinson Poems)
173A fuzzy fellow, without feet,Yet doth exceeding run!Of velvet, is his Countenance,And his Complexion, dun!Sometime, he dwelleth in the grass!Sometime, ...
173A fuzzy fellow, without feet,Yet doth exceeding run!Of velvet, is his Countenance,And his Complexion, dun!Sometime, he dwelleth in the grass!Sometime, ...
232The Sun-just touched the Morning-The Morning-Happy thing-Supposed that He had come to dwell-And Life would all be Spring!She felt herself ...
Before you thought of spring,Except as a surmise,You see, God bless his suddenness,A fellow in the skiesOf independent hues,A little ...
Winter under cultivation Is as arable as Spring. (Emily Dickinson)
Upon a Lilac Sea To toss incessantly His Plush Alarm Who fleeing from the Spring The Spring avenging fling To ...
The Sun -- just touched the Morning -- The Morning -- Happy thing -- Supposed that He had come to ...
The ones that disappeared are back The Phoebe and the Crow Precisely as in March is heard The curtness of ...
The Notice that is called the Spring Is but a month from here -- Put up my Heart thy Hoary ...
The inundation of the Spring Enlarges every soul -- It sweeps the tenement away But leaves the Water whole -- ...
Spring is the Period Express from God. Among the other seasons Himself abide, But during March and April None stir ...
Spring comes on the World -- I sight the Aprils -- Hueless to me until thou come As, till the ...
I thought the Train would never come -- How slow the whistle sang -- I don't believe a peevish Bird ...
I cannot meet the Spring unmoved -- I feel the old desire -- A Hurry with a lingering, mixed, A ...
Before you thought of Spring Except as a Surmise You see -- God bless his suddenness -- A Fellow in ...
A Pang is more conspicuous in Spring In contrast with the things that sing Not Birds entirely -- but Minds ...
A Drunkard cannot meet a Cork Without a Revery -- And so encountering a Fly This January Day Jamaicas of ...
A little Madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King, But God be with the Clown -- Who ...
The saddest noise, the sweetest noise, The maddest noise that grows, -- The birds, they make it in the spring, ...
A fuzzy fellow, without feet, Yet doth exceeding run! Of velvet, is his Countenance, And his Complexion, dun! Sometime, he ...
A Light exists in Spring Not present on the Year At any other period -- When March is scarcely here ...
I have a Bird in spring Which for myself doth sing -- The spring decoys. And as the summer nears ...
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